Gone Bananafishing. Back Soon.
Colbourne (colby@online.net.pg)
Tue, 07 Apr 1998 22:27:26 +1000
There's an interesting book on synchronicity called 'There are no
accidents' by Robert Hopcke. In some ways I'm quite sceptical though.
Whatever the case, I'm going to Cairns for 8 days on Holiday, and I just
hope that somebody doesn't slap me smack bang in Room 507. Suffer the
little wallpaper.
I shall spend the majority of my holidays in the admittedly absurd urban
camouflage fatigues necessary to carry a copy of each of my Salinger
gems in individual pockets.
Don't nobody think of anything too interesting or insightful until I get
back. From now on I am no longer, Godot. My name is Brad Colbourne.
People call me Brad Colbourne. Perhaps, under the psychological guise of
the pseudonym I have masked my true self. So now I am me. Goddamit. I
hope it's not too touchy-feely, though it clearly is, for me to just
break down into electronic tears and declare between sobs that 'I love
you guys. No, I really mean it. I love you guys'. Anyway, the interior
decorators have arrived with well-received suggestions of 'rubber
wallpaper' and I dare not interrupt their attempts at progress any
longer. I'm still thinking very hard, and I especially like what Malcs
once said about the dancing. I leave you for 8 days, amongst the
bananas, with the carefully altered comment:
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own conformity.
Brad (formerly Godot)